Instead of attacking him, the ghost suspected of being Zheng Shaofeng gave him a finger, which gave Ning Qiushui a strange sense of absurdity.
Judging from Yang Mei's previous description, the ghost Ning Qiushui met was the same ghost she met, both were Zheng Shaofeng.
But Zheng Shaofeng wanted to kill her and Zeng Shen, but instead he showed kindness to himself.
why is that?
"Is it because I killed the janitor?"
"Or something else...?"
Ning Qiushui was full of doubts, but he didn't stay here for long. He had been out for a long time. There was another place Ning Qiushui wanted to see. His time was very precious.
After leaving the utility room, Ning Qiushui went straight to the rooftop and checked the surrounding areas near the edge.
There was no struggle, no trace of resistance, the dust on the ground was relatively thick, and there were only two people's footprints, one was his own and the other should be Zheng Shaofeng's, which negated his other guess.
"It seems that Zheng Shaofeng did commit suicide."
"Two people, one entered a small dark room and the other committed suicide. They also agreed on a time...the motivation is very strange..."
"What exactly do they want to do?"
Ning Qiushui frowned.
With doubts in mind, he left the rooftop.
When passing by the 6th floor, Ning Qiushui stopped for a moment at the door of the utility room, his eyes fell on the ground, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.
A line of water stains appeared on the originally dry ground.
After carefully observing the water stains on the ground, after going back and forth twice, the smell of blood in the air was already very light.
He slowly came to the door of the utility room and glanced inside through the glass on the door. After confirming that there was no one inside, he opened the door.
The cleaner's body was gone.
There were indeed signs of cleaning on the ground.
It’s just that we don’t know yet whether it was the cleaner who resurrected himself and cleaned the scene, or whether Zheng Shaofeng cleaned the scene.
Back in the classroom, the head teacher has not arrived yet.
All the other students who went out have returned.
Ning Qiushui sat back in her seat and asked Liu Chun:
"Liu Chun'er, was anyone in the classroom just now?"
Liu Chun glanced at the classroom door and shook his head.
"Nothing... By the way, what have you been doing? It's been more than an hour, right?"
Ning Qiushui took out the school badge from her pocket, pinned it on her uniform again, and said with a smile:
"Go to the toilet."
"Are you kidding me? It takes you so long to go to the toilet?"
"constipate."
"Oh...if you have constipation, you can poke it with a pen."
"Stab with a pen? Who told you?"
"That's what my mom used to tell my dad."
"My father is still alive?"
"The immortal passed away."
Boom, boom, boom.
There were footsteps at the door, and the two stopped their meaningless conversation.
It's the head teacher.
He hurriedly walked into the classroom, first glanced at the students in the classroom, and after confirming that no one was missing, he came to the podium.
"Have you finished your review?"
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. If anyone fails this time..."
The head teacher's tone was full of threats.
The students in the class looked stern.
After finishing speaking, the head teacher wiped his hands vigorously on his clothes, and then carefully confirmed that there were no other dirty things on his hands before he started turning over the papers.
This detail from the head teacher made Ning Qiushui's expression stiffen slightly.
Before handing out papers...wipe your hands.
Is there anything dirty on your hands?
Did not see it.
If you put it this way, it means there are water stains on your hands.
Thinking of what she had just met on the sixth floor, a strange guess flashed through Ning Qiushui's mind -
The body of the dead cleaner...could it have been cleaned up by the head teacher?
This idea only flashed through his mind. After all, the head teacher had no motive for doing this, and he shouldn't be there, so it was unlikely.
The head teacher was wiping his hands just now. What was he wiping?
While Ning Qiushui was still confused, the test papers had been distributed.
It's very clean, nothing dirty.
The class teacher continued to repeat the things that need to be paid attention to in the exam as usual, and then sat on the podium.
It's just that today he didn't seem to have the mind to proctor the exam. Instead, he kept fiddling with his cell phone, as if waiting for news from someone.
After the exam, the class teacher checked the papers on the spot, but this time it was slower because he would always check his mobile phone from time to time.
After he finished grading the papers, it was already lunch time.
"This exam was not bad. There were no failed students in our class, but there were no top students. Everyone's exam was average, with the highest score being only 82 points. I hope everyone will continue to study hard, adjust their mentality, and be able to pass the exam." Good results."
"It's going to be meal time soon. Let everyone go to eat early today. Please keep your voice down when you go out so as not to disturb the students in other classes."
After the class teacher finished speaking, he handed the test paper to the study committee member, asked him to distribute it, and then left in a hurry.
Ning Qiushui got his test paper, which said 67 points.
Liu Chun on the side got a score of 79.
He was overjoyed, holding the test paper and kissing it, and then expressed his gratitude to Ning Qiushui.
Ning Qiushui just responded perfunctorily and looked at the other tricksters in surprise.
The overall performance of the class this time shows one thing, that is, these tricksters also discovered that high grades will be targeted by ghosts.
Everyone scored.
This is not surprising. What is strange is that the scores of NPCs are also very low.
Ning Qiushui scored 67 points and was not ranked among the bottom ten in the class.
Except for Liu Chun, most npc students scored below 75 points.
"Is it the influence of the unknown power of the Blood Gate?"
"The player with the highest score in the high school entrance examination will definitely become the person with the highest score in the class... If you put it this way, wouldn't it be a dead end?"
Ning Qiushui immediately realized the seriousness of the problem!
Today is only the second day. If nothing else happens, there will be 2 to 3 exams on the third, fourth, and fifth days.
And the tricksters who have discovered that the person with the highest score will be killed by ghosts will definitely work hard to score, and try their best to push towards the passing line of 60 points.
But to put it bluntly, no one has absolute control over scores.
The more you strive for 60 points, the more likely you are to fail!
And once you fail, the danger you face may be no less than getting first place in the exam!
"Is this asking us to kill each other..."
"Only by killing your companions can you survive."
Ning Qiushui's eyes moved slightly.
The next moment, I suddenly heard a fat man in the classroom slamming the table angrily and cursing in a hoarse voice:
"You bitches... you've gone too far in pressing for points!"
"I even scored 82 points, but I'm still in first place!"
A girl on the side mocked:
"You have already discovered that something will happen if you get high scores in the test. Who is to blame if you still get such high scores?"
The fat man was about to fight back, but he seemed to see something. His body began to tremble violently, and his eyes were filled with fear.
He pushed the desk away and ran away towards the classroom door!
"No...don't come to me!"
"don't want……!"
"I will definitely not get such a high score next time. Give me another chance!"
He ran outside quickly, but not long after leaving the classroom, there was an extremely shrill scream.
"ah!!!"
The weirdos who were still in the classroom looked at each other.
The other students had already gone to eat. Apart from the remaining strangers, only Liu Chun, an aborigine, was still following Ning Qiushui.
They came to the door of the classroom and saw the fat man lying in a pool of blood.
This fat man’s name is Cheng Hai.
The whole person was lying on the ground in a strange posture, the bones seemed to be broken, and one shoe fell far away, giving people the feeling of falling from a high altitude.
Seeing the tragic death of the fat man, everyone fell into an eerie silence.
pS: Two updates today, good night!
